You are the unresolved theorem
pacing the halls of my 2026 routine,
a colleague whose active listening
feels like a confessional.
I watch you deconstruct a peer-reviewed paper
with a surgical precision that makes my blood race,
wondering if that same meticulous logic
applies to the way you choose your partners.
I am smitten by the gravity of your silence.
I hunt for subtext in your spreadsheets,
looking for a glitch in the heteronormative script
we both play by every day from 9 to 5.
Are you as cerebral in the dark as you are in the light?
Or does your intellect only
fornicate with ideas
while the man remains untouched?
This forbidden curiosity
is a slow-burn existential dread.
I find myself dreaming in footnotes,
wondering if our frequencies will ever align
beyond the structural integrity of the boardroom.
I want to strip away the professional lexicon
and see if your orientation
is as fluid
as the philosophy you so effortlessly defend.
Until then, I’ll stay in the shadows of your logic,
deeply, sultry-dark in my hunger for the truth of you.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
You are the unresolved theorem
pacing the halls of my 2026 routine,
a colleague whose active listening
feels like a confessional.
I watch you deconstruct a peer-reviewed paper
with a surgical precision that makes my blood race,
wondering if that same meticulous logic
applies to the way you choose your partners.
I am smitten by the gravity of your silence.
I hunt for subtext in your spreadsheets,
looking for a glitch in the heteronormative script
we both play by every day from 9 to 5.
Are you as cerebral in the dark as you are in the light?
Or does your intellect only
fornicate with ideas
while the man remains untouched?
This forbidden curiosity
is a slow-burn existential dread.
I find myself dreaming in footnotes,
wondering if our frequencies will ever align
beyond the structural integrity of the boardroom.
I want to strip away the professional lexicon
and see if your orientation
is as fluid
as the philosophy you so effortlessly defend.
Until then, I’ll stay in the shadows of your logic,
deeply, sultry-dark in my hunger for the truth of you.
